BtVS through Season 7, and Definitely Dead for SVM.Disclaimer:
Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"; Charlaine Harris, Alan Ball, and HBO own “Southern Vampire Mysteries” and “True Blood”. Summary:
Spells are tricky things, aren’t they? It’s something witches in any dimension should know by now. Crack!fic **Part of the August Fic-A-Day challenge** +++
Amelia stared Bob directly in the eye.
“I promise I’ll turn you back,” she said solemnly. “No matter what it takes.”
Bob meowed in response, and Amelia could’ve sworn she detected a note of disbelief.
She immediately straightened up, a bit miffed. Yes, it was her fault they were in this situation in the first place, and yes, it was her fault she couldn’t fix it, but with that attitude, she was tempted to leave him as a cat for just awhile longer.
The only thing that stopped her was the thought of what would happen if her coven leader, Octavia, discovered this little mishap before
she could put things right.
Gritting her teeth in determination – though still feeling decidedly disgruntled – she went about setting the herbs and candles in their place.
Then she took a deep breath. This had to work, it just had to.
The main problem was that she couldn’t just say, “Turn Bob back into a human.” Spells didn’t work that way. She certainly didn’t say, “Turn Bob into
a cat” during their little... sexual experimentation that night. No, the wording had to be more spell-like and obscure. She really thought she was onto something this time, though, modifying the ‘return what was lost’ spell just right to fit Bob’s feline situation.
As she lit the last candle, she surveyed her handiwork. It was time.
Before she started, she snuck one last glance over at the cat in question. To her irritation, he just stared back at her, a baleful look on his feline face. Bastard.
Without any fanfare, she said the chant as she burned the herbs. Then she waited.
She felt a surge of excitement when the air around them changed, and she couldn’t help but shoot Bob a smug look. Yes, it was petty of her, but his attitude was really starting to get her down, and this was the best results she had had by far. Besides, he didn’t see it anyway; he was too busy pacing back and forth in anticipation, obviously feeling the magic in the air himself.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, so bright it forced her to close her eyes. When she opened them, she hoped against hope to see Bob. What she saw instead was another
cat – a cute grey tabby scared half out of its furry mind.
Heart plummeting, she just stared at the wretched thing. Bob, however, had his own ideas.
Amelia watched in horror as he immediately sidled up to the new cat, calming her down and sniffing it... everywhere.
Bob turned back to look at Amelia and she swore he smirked.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said severely. “Not unless you want to find yourself at the nearest vet’s getting fixed. Now, shoo!”
Bob was out the door before she finished the sentence.
Amelia sighed and picked up the little cat. How on earth was she going to explain this to Sookie? Though she supposed it was a step up from turning someone into
a cat. +++In another dimension...
“I’m really worried,” Tara said softly as she taped a ‘Lost’ poster of Miss Kitty Fantastico to the community board in the student union.
Willow looked over from where she was taping another poster. “I’m sure she’s fine,” she assured her. “You know she disappears every now and then... ever since the crossbow incident. But she always comes back.”
This didn’t make Tara feel better, though. “But... it feels different this time,” she admitted worriedly.
Willow walked over to her girlfriend and gave her a hug. “Aw, sweetie, I’m sure we’ll find her. We’ll do a locator spell if we have to. I mean, really, how far could one tiny cat have gone?”+++